And Then He Called Me

Chapter 43

Quinton's POV

I asked papa to buy everything that we will need to make a room for the babies, and now we have everything in front of us.

We decided to change the room that once belonged to tata, because all of my brother who lived here with their kids used this room.

We already have a lot of things for the babies, but they're all in my room, so we will have to bring them here.

We will only have to paint the walls, because the colour is starting to fade, and we will have to put together a few dressers.

So, we decide to paint it first, because that's what papa told us to do.

It takes a lot of time, because neither of us really knows how to paint a wall, and we have to figure it out by ourselves.

But we manage to cover all the walls with paint, two are brown, and two are grey.

Then we go to the funnier part, or at least I think that it will be funnier, because I'm looking forward to making this pieces of dresser look like an actual dresser.

But of course, it turns out to be harder than I have thought, and we spend a lot more time doing it than I thought that it will take.

When all the dressers are finally standing in their places, we go to take the rest of the things from my room.

Although we leave the cribs, because we can't let the kids sleep in a room that smells like paint.

I look at the room and I smile, it looks a lot better than I thought that it will, so I don't mind how much time it took.

Leif seems to be happy with it too, so we go downstairs to ask my parents for their opinion.

"It's good." Papa says with a nod, and the rest of them agrees, so we smile again, and then we go to our bedroom.

I wonder when we will get our own house, I already know that it's being built, so most likely we just wasted our time when we were making a room for our kids here, but I don't really care.

"How many bedrooms is our house going to have?" Leif asks, it seems that I'm not the only one thinking about the house.

"Five, at least all of my siblings have houses with five bedrooms." I say.

"That's good, I was starting to think who we will make share the rooms." he tells me.

"I hope that it won't be necessary, I don't want any more kids." I say and he nods.

"Yeah, four is definitely enough." He tells me, so I smile, and I cuddle close to him.

We can't stay on the bed for long, because not much later one of the kids starts to cry, so Leif quickly stands up to try to make sure that he won take up the rest of out kids, because that wouldn't be very good.